the weight of the world lies on the shoulders of the one who fell in love with a damaged individual who saw the damage in them & decided that they could share their pain & with it,
as if it was so easy to trade & throw around the vulnerability of a human being who’s tripped, fallen crashing down with face to cement, as if the life of the doctor mattered more,
been dragged along by one friend or the other, be the context one of two new lovers needing that 3rd wheel to feel comfortable (feel out the other), whether out of some
(looking at all the signs on the grassy hill while waiting for a red light) a. “gee, ya think it’s an election year?” b. “ya know andy, i don’t know whether it’s
a song a beat a vocal tickling the inner ear a tune that enables whistling minutes after one listening & on & on for days after, the melodies & harmonies that give us